a piece of me: Smoking teens...

a piece of me: Smoking teens...: It has come to my attention through the words of my ex-wife My daughter's now a smoker and that's the end of her life Or is it just a phas...

Smoking teens...

It has come to my attention through the words of my ex-wife
My daughter's now a smoker and that's the end of her life
Or is it just a phase because all of her friends smoke too
Will she be so clever or smoke like me and you
We have all lit up around her, made rollies and some spliffs
It's not like this transition was 15 years too swift
She's admitted that she tried it but said it tasted disgusting
She said the only place for them is scrunched-up in a dustbin
But recently I've noticed, tell-tale little fellows
Like the over-use of chewing gum and her tongue is always yellow
Who am I to say 'Don't do it or you won't go to heaven'
I started smoking young, in fact I was eleven
I want to be responsible, tell her that's it's bad
On the other hand; I don't want to be a tough dad
I hope that she can see the errors of her ways
Smoking WILL KILL YOU or at least shorten your days
It's not cool and it's not clever, it's a bloody expensive tool
To hammer down those nails for all of us smoking fools
But hey, it's just a choice we think we can make ourselves
Our peers who smoke around us don't care for no-one else
So pass me another rollie whilst I tell you that it's bad
Please don't smoke my darling
I love you
Always
Dad
x

a piece of me: Screaming............................................

a piece of me: Screaming............................................: "Screaming kids, playing games Shouting at each other, driving me insane Banging doors, slaming toys Squeaky girls and noisey boys Always..."

Screaming..............................................

Screaming kids, playing games
Shouting at each other, driving me insane
Banging doors, slaming toys
Squeaky girls and noisey boys
Always making a mess, never being quiet
Leaving mess and mayhem, it's like a bloody riot
Why can't they play together, calm and nice
We need something special, a peaceful device
A thing that makes them stop, making all that noise
I want silent girls, I want some quiet boys
Just for half an hour, I need a little peace
Make them stop this noise, someone make it cease
No chattering, no shouting, no mess
No fighting, no scratching, no stress
Just thirty minutes of nothing, completely sedate
Let me catch my breath again, that would be great
My ears would stop buzzing, my head won't ache
My nerves would not be shattered, I'd love a coffee break
And then they'll go to bed, argue for a while
But then there will be silence, he says; with a smile...

a piece of me: Missing

a piece of me: Missing: "It's a birthday missed because of the brandy and pills A life less in this world without his wordsmith skills A story untold, a song unsun..."

a piece of me: Anger

a piece of me: Anger: "Is it just me that feels this way Do I have to pretend to listen to what you all say Do I have to laugh at your racist jokes Do I have to..."

a piece of me: Old time, new verse

a piece of me: Old time, new verse: "How things have changed Rearranged methods of sales Adverts kill the brain cells So ad men can 'sell, sell' And still we're tranfixed G..."

Old time, new verse

How things have changed
Rearranged methods of sales
Adverts kill the brain cells
So ad men can 'sell, sell'
And still we're tranfixed
Getting our fix
Watching the screen
Whilst we all dream
Of having that out of reach thing on the telly box screen

Check these out, oh how time has changed....

Anger

Is it just me that feels this way
Do I have to pretend to listen to what you all say
Do I have to laugh at your racist jokes
Do I have to return your pointless pokes
Is there reason to your aimless charms
Are we surrounded by your arms
In a stranglehold of fear
You pull us in near
And tantalise us with promises of admiration

Missing

It's a birthday missed because of the brandy and pills
A life less in this world without his wordsmith skills
A story untold, a song unsung, a rhyme without reason
A cloudy summer, a rainy holiday, a day that's passed it's season
He couldn't bare to be alone but too scared to be here
In a world full of pain where nobody could hear
We listened to stories, heard what was said
But no one else could live in his head
Nobody saw the pain he was in
Except for us few, the few he let in
We couldn't help him but at least we were there
To show that we loved him, to show that we cared
It was your birthday today, a day like the others
But I miss you so much, my missing soul brother
So I will keep you inside my memory so clear
And wish you happy birthday for another year

Broken

Tally

A little heart stopping moment, when your child walks out from behind a parked car, directly into the path of a mountain bike and rider.

That moment when you realise, you really can't watch them all of the time and they never really listen to us at all, do they?

A moment that will run through our minds over and over but to no avail, we can't change what's happened and they probably won't ever learn from it

They still won't listen too us but they will be a little bit more cautious by the roads now, I guess

These pictures were taken a week ago, 10 weeks after the accident and still he's not too keen on walking yet but we are working on it

It's already looking a lot better than this btw but these were the ones that he wanted to put on-line to show you all

This is his most favourite one, if only this was scratch n sniff eh!

Luckily, children mend a lot faster than us oldies so he should be running about and giving us more scares before we know it

Tally

We love you kid but please no more breaks

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Bad sports

Have you ever noticed how some people think they are holier than thou, jeez, grow up. I used some funny stuff from the net, regurgated jokes and thoughts, used again and again all over the net only I made it interesting. For some strange reason the person thinks he owns these jokes because he put them online...WRONG...freedom of thought is huge mate. These are old jokes made new, re-listed, re-ordered and made up to date...you can't copyright old jokes.
I never mean to offend, I don't do this for profit I do this for the fun of it...
XBadgerX

Things that make you go hmmm

After food, do amphibians need to wait an hour before getting out of the water

Why call it getting your dog fixed, it doesn't work afterwards but it oughta

Why do people tell you they are speechless "I just don't know what to say"

A whole synchronized swimming team dies because one of them drowned today

Why sterilize the needle for lethal injections and are female moths called myths

How many guided missiles ever really miss

Was the poll vault accidently discovered by a clumsy javelin thrower

Do people in Australia call the rest of the world 'Up over'

What is the speed of dark and do Vampires ever catch AIDS

What was the best thing before sliced bread was made

What is a bedroom with no bed inside

Did Noah keep his bees in archives

Does that screwdriver belong to Phillip, what do people in China call their good plates

Can you buy an entire chess set in a pawnshop, what do batteries run on? Explain

Why isn't 'Phonetic' spelled the way that it sounds, is that wrong

Why is the alphabet in that order, is it because of that song

Why wash a bath towel. Aren't we clean when we use them

Why call it a building when it's already a built building

If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular and can you really get off your head

What do you call a male ladybug and do you tell the truth when you lie in bed

What if someone died in your living room and can someone 'draw a blank'

Where does your lap go when you stand up, why did the pot call the kettle black

How many weeks in a lightyear, how can I set my lazer printer to stun

Can anyone make another word using all the letters in 'anagram' well can anyone

Where on earth is Old Zealand, how do you get off a non-stop flight

Are part-time band leaders semi-conductors, what happens when you swallow your pride

That first clock ever invented, what did they use to set it to

Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations, well have you

After making Styrofoam curls, what do they ship them in

How can you possibly know when you're out of invisible ink

Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery

When a cow laughs does milk come out of his nose

Before inventing drawing boards, what did they go back to

Can someone help me, does anyone know

Or will these questions all stay unanswered in a language with hidden meaning

Or have I caused you awareness of your shortcomings, in the dictionary that is demeaning



Where the pain begins...

My fingers are numb with the cold
I feel so old
So unable to smile
It's been a while since the pain started
I'm broken hearted and alone
I want the hurt to subside
I want to feel alive again
Amongst friends

An outcast

My disease eats away at me
My skin is dying, killing me
The pain intense; too much to take
I cannot take this much more for Christs sake
The parasite eats
Demands flesh
But doesn't give me time to regrow
Start afresh

Where the pain begins
The nerves fall dead
It's working it's way up to attack my head
Nobody helps me, I'm scared and afraid
Of dying without choice
This one has been made
Because I cannot be touched
Cannot be fixed
Mend what is broken without air being mixed

I'm totally contagious, I breathe death
So I'm left all alone to take my last breath...

a piece of me: The Yo-Yo effect

a piece of me: The Yo-Yo effect: "When we’re at our lowest, the world is not enough,We will not get out of bed; the smallest of things are tough.We feel no need to eat or we ..."

The Yo-Yo effect

When we’re at our lowest, the world is not enough,

We will not get out of bed; the smallest of things are tough.

We feel no need to eat or we eat way too much,

Our emotions are buried so deep, they are so out of touch.

The brightest of days will always be blue,

The only person on this earth is you.

You feel so alone, like the last man alive,

With Manic Depression, it’s hard to survive.

No-one can help you, that’s how it seems,

No-body cares; it’s you alone with your dreams.

Why do we feel like this? Why should you care?

You’ll never understand us, you’ve never been there.

That’s how we feel 50% of the time,

The other 50 (if we’re lucky) we’re doing fine.

Then we think we’re potty, enjoying life too much,

Relying on you is a pretty useless crutch.

We wake up in the morning, full of the joys of spring,

It’s only 6:30, am I missing something?

Find some jobs to do, clean the house, so proud.

Make another cuppa, sit back and look around.

Keep euphoric feeling, by going for a walk,

Sit in a park, gaze about, maybe brave some talk.

Don’t dwell on other matters, bills can wait a while,

Fix that broken thingy later & concentrate on my smile.

The sun is always shining when we’re in this mood,

Now we enjoy lots of things, we even like our food.

The evenings last forever; we feel no need for sleep,

If only this was the only mood we could choose to keep.

Morning’s on its way again, we wonder how we’ll feel.

We know our bodies feel o.k. it’s our brain that’s feeling ill.

A psychological battle, we have to fight each day,

Emotional games of yo-yo we know we have to play

There is an explanation, not a cure, a fix,

We’ve got too much of that, a little too much of this.

The doctor has the right words, if you want to know,

But that means admitting you’ve a problem, the doctors you should go.

The drugs do work; the imbalance is put right,

But what happens if we wake up blue one night?

The darkness will take over; the pill-popping will stop,

Or can we fight that feeling and back to bed we’ll flop.

Married with children works better than the drugs,

They give me what I really need, lots & lots of love.

I still have my moments; it’s hard to break free,

Manic depression, my illness, will always be with me.

Now do me one small favour, talk to someone who can help,

And this yo-yo life you’re living may be less of a living hell.

BADGER

Love is...

It's like this, I love your kiss and your touch when you hold my hand
I feel grand
Larger than life, in love with the very escence of you and the thought of a life without you is a nightmare I couldn't comprehend
I love the way you look at me when we talk
I love the way you stroke my arm when we walk
I love the way you finish off the line I didn't end
I love the way you tell everyone, that I'm your best friend

You make my life

Badger